CREATIVITY

This rock garden I made by placing one rock at a time onto an unused slope at the rear of our rap around deck, was a creative labor of love. 
I realized many years ago that if I'm not creative I become easily depressed. Maybe there are others like me out there that know they are sad but can't imagine why? Maybe this can help...
There was a time when I was in such a deep dark place that I never thought I could ever climb back up and out into the light.They gave me ups and when I told "them" I was always on edge, "they" gave me downs. I remember more than once driving off the road and onto the grass along the highway. I'm not sure how but I willed myself to keep my head up and get back home so I could just lay my head on a pillow and sleep. 

Then in talking it over with what might as well have been a concrete wall it slowly dawned on me that it really was all up to me and within me to heal myself. I threw that shit away and finally realized that I didn't need pills to function in this world.

What I also realized is that being creative doesn't mean I have to always draw or paint or write or craft, although I do find pleasure in conjuring. If I paint the kitchen cabinets or clean and rearrange the basement or bedroom or clip the bushes, that in itself is being creative and it's enough to get through another day.                                                                     

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